28th June 1918
My dearest Mother
I’m sorry you haven’t had a letter since the one with the snaps for I certainly sent one. Did you not get one acknowledging the 3 speed gear and so forth.
Stephenson, the girl from Cumberland who is my right hand in the Electro knows the woman by repute, who has married Tom Holden. It is probably a case of “not man lost or woman thrown away”.
General Leman is the hero of Liege: he was wounded there in one of the forts and was a prisoner in Germany for over 3 years and was very recently repatriated after a stay in Switzerland.
I hope that M and family are well and comfortably settled in that they are not being tried by the vagaries of Sutton weather. Of course she can do just what she likes with my old bike.
A propos of bikes would you please go to Badleys and get a foot of valve tubing (the little rubber tubing to mend valves with) if he has got as much, as it is for several of us. It doesn’t matter if it is in several pieces.
I am delighted to hear that you have been driving yourself: it is really splendid. I knew where M’s house was we drove past it going to “Sandy’s” last time I was on leave.
Fancy George Sergeant escaping: good for him!
[On Saturday 15th June 1918 the Boston Guardian reported that Private George Sergeant had recently arrived in London having escaped from a German Prisoner of War camp. George Sergeant, son of JH Sergeant, had been held for nearly two years having been captured during the opening stages of the Somme: 1st July 1916. He had enlisted during the early days of the War. ]
I got your letter of the 23rd last night, jolly good going. I don’t even know the last Howard. I know the fat one and the hockey one and know of the other’s existence, but I don’t remember having seen her. There is indeed hope for all. It is very tiresome that you cannot get a housemaid and it would be a terrible tragedy if Elizabeth migrated. How trying to have such a terrible gale. We want rain too but we are not so desperately parched as all that.
The photo taken in the Swede’s garden was after I had slept out in their garden with them one Saturday night in the hot spell. We had brekker in the garden and then snapshotted ourselves. We were some of us dressed and some camouflaged and some frankly undressed I among the number! It is warm now but not tropical heat as it was then.
Please tell Father that I am more or less on the rocks, and will he send my allowance to the C.L as usual please.
We had an alarm last night but no raid. I am very busy with work just now and the hay-fever is still going strong, but it doesn’t worry me too much luckily.
There is a great epidemic of influenza (rather of the Spanish Variety) blowing about but I am free so far.
I must dry up now: I have absolutely no news.
Best love to you all
Ever your loving Dorothy.